Great Medicine Without Borders

  Chapter 350 Rubbing shoulders

Yue Qianshan lost face just now and let Xu Chunliang expose the fact that he praised Ye Qingya. He became a little angry from embarrassment, holding back his energy to regain the scene in front of everyone, he laughed and said: "This young man is very confident, Mr. Qingya, how about Let's appreciate his words!"

  Yue Qianshan even shy away from using the two characters of calligraphy, only Xu Chunliang can write neatly.

Ye Qingya sighed inwardly. At Yue Qianshan's age, his mentality is still easily influenced by outsiders. No wonder his calligraphy has not made any progress in the past ten years. Different people care about each other, and everyone's level is different. From the moment you argue with others, you have already lost.

Since Yue Qianshan opened his mouth, Ye Qingya is not good at refusing his face. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstones at the exhibition site. These things are specially prepared for famous artists like Yue Qianshan to write inscriptions. Who would want to kill them halfway? Out of a Cheng Yaojin.

Xu Chunliang came to the long case, and unceremoniously chose a wolf hair. He was not in a hurry to write, and continued to comment. The "Slow Voice" was well written, but it was not as good as Zhao Ji. , this thin gold body is originally a thin tendon body, and "gold" is used to change "muscles", which is a respect for Yushu.

  Shoujin font has thin and strong handwriting, so thin without losing its flesh. Because the strokes are relatively thin and hard, the brushwork is exposed, and traces of brushwork such as running Teton can be clearly seen. It is a very unique style of font.

  Although Xu Chunliang didn't say it clearly, everyone could hear that he was saying that Ye Qingya's handwriting had only muscles and bones but no flesh.

  The people present were all celebrities in the world of calligraphy. Listening to this boy's eloquent talk, I felt that what he said made some sense. Although Ye Qingya's handwriting was not perfect, saying that it was only sixty points was obviously derogatory.

  Yue Qianshan said: "Young man, what are you going to write?" He didn't even bother to ask this guy's name, he was just an unknown person.

  Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "Everyone will understand after I write it down."

  He picked up the pen and started to write. He moved the pen nimbly and quickly. He only wrote one word, and his thin and graceful demeanor came over his face.

  Yang Fang Yi Cui Calyx, glowing in a courtyard,

   Zero dew is drunk, and the residual glow seems to melt.

  Danqing is difficult to write, good fortune alone retains merit,

  Dancing Butterfly Misfragrant Trail, chasing the evening wind lightly.

  Ye Qingya guessed from the first character that he wrote "Yong Fang Shi Tie", big character regular script, two characters per line, a total of twenty lines. Calligraphy is neat and unrestrained, and the brushwork is vigorous. This calligraphy is the representative work of Song Huizong Zhao Ji. It was first stored in the Palace Museum in Taiwan. I watched it in the museum and copied it countless times in private.

  Even so, Ye Qingya still didn't dare to exhibit her copied works in front of the public, and she was afraid of comparison in everything, after all, gems come first.

  Xu Chunliang only wrote one sentence, and everyone fell silent.

  Yue Qianshan originally wanted to make this kid show his shame in front of others, but he didn't expect that he was really capable, and he amazed everyone with just one word.

  After seeing Xu Chunliang's calligraphy, Ye Qingya found that his writing speed was much faster than her own, and his writing was extremely precise, like bending iron to break gold. No wonder he said that his "Slow Voice" only got 60 points. Ye Qingya is convinced now. If his "Yang Fang Poetry Post" is only 70 points, then he must not reach 60 points. .

  Yue Qianshan has completely put away the disdain at the beginning. This kid has something. As far as the thin gold body is concerned, his writing skills must be better than Ye Qingya.

  Ye Qingya secretly praised Chen Bangyan, the anti-Qing hero of the Southern Ming Dynasty, who once wrote Zhao Jishou's thin gold book "Yongfang Poems": Xuanhe calligraphy and painting, surpassing the ages. This volume is written in the method of painting, without brush and ink, the lines between the lines are like orchids and bamboos, and the sound of wind and rain is made by Lingling.

  Xu Chunliang wrote "Yongfang Poetry Post" without title.

  Ye Qingya praised: "Good word, why didn't you mention your name, sir?"

  Xu Chunliang smiled and said: "Imitation works are difficult to be elegant, so I don't write the name, so as not to make people laugh."

  Yue Qianshan said in his heart that he had written it like this, and he still said it was ridiculous? You are making fun of yourself, what about Ye Qingya? He also admitted that Xu Chunliang's thin gold script was better than Ye Qingya's.

  Ye Qingya took it calmly, and smiled lightly: "So the thin golden body is not the master's strong point?"

  Xu Chunliang nodded and said: "I am good at cursive. If my thin golden body is 70%, then cursive is probably 90%."

Yue Qianshan said: "Young man, do you belong to the Calligraphy Association?" Starting from his habitual thinking, he thought that if he could write calligraphy works of this level, this kid must have joined the local Calligraphy Association, and the National Calligraphy Association may also be possible. After all, there are many members. He can't recognize them all, and he rarely participated in the activities of the local calligraphy association in the past year. He didn't expect such a young calligrapher to come out.

  Xu Chunliang shook his head: "What is the Book Association?"

  The faces of a group of well-known figures from the Book Association suddenly sank because of this. This kid is too crazy. Go back and check his name. Does he want to join the organization in the future?

  Ye Qingya took the initiative to help Xu Chunliang change a piece of rice paper: "Then how about asking this gentleman to give me another calligraphy?" Since she called Mr. Xu Chunliang, she has already recognized his talent.

  Xu Chunliang naturally didn't intend to stop halfway, Ye Qingya has already taken the bait, as long as she catches this thread, she won't have to worry about finding Mei Ruxue. The more self-esteemed person is, the more you fawn on others, the more they look down on you. You must show your extraordinary strength and let him (her) see your ability, so that he (she) will see you with equal eyes.

  Xu Chunliang changed a pen, and the pen went like a dragon, and a que "Qing Ping Le" was displayed in front of everyone.

   Don't come to the spring half, the eyes are soft and the heart is broken. The falling plums are like snow, and the whole body is full after brushing.

   There is no evidence for the news of the geese, and it is difficult for Lu Yao to return to his dream. Leaving hatred is just like spring grass, it goes farther and survives.

Ye Qingya was amazed at the beginning, but when Xu Chunliang wrote down the words, she seemed to understand something, a secretive smile appeared on the corner of her lips, this time Xu Chunliang left her name, and when she saw the name Ye Qingya got the answer.

The group of famous calligraphers onlookers were all silent. Even Yue Qianshan didn't make any comments. He was quite self-aware. Xu Chunliang's handwriting was better than his own. Originally, he came here today to prepare the scene The preparation of the inscription, but I never expected the situation in front of me, so it is better not to make a fool of yourself.

  After Xu Chunliang finished writing, he said "excuse me", and then went to see the art exhibition, leaving only a group of celebrities secretly sighing.

Ye Qingya accompanied Yue Qianshan and his entourage to continue watching the exhibition, but everyone lost their moods and fumbled for a while, Yue Kaishan and the others left. They thought this kid was making Ye Qingya look bad, and they shouldn't be here today. , was implicated by Ye Qingya, was innocently slapped in the face by a young man, his face was humiliated!

  Ye Qingya saw off the group of people and returned to the exhibition hall. Seeing that Xu Chunliang hadn't left, she slowed down and came to his side: "Mr. Xu hasn't left yet!"

  Xu Chunliang smiled and said, "I appreciate Ms. Ye's paintings."

  Ye Qingya said: "I'm afraid that my calligraphy and paintings won't catch Mr. Xu's eyes. The painting "Qing Ping Le" is really well written, especially the sentence that the falling plums are like snow."

  Xu Chunliang turned to Ye Qingya, and from her eyes full of deep meaning, he already knew that the other party had already guessed the purpose of his visit.

  Xu Chunliang stretched out his hand: "Let's introduce myself first, my name is Xu Chunliang, and I'm from Dongzhou Changxing Hospital."

  Ye Qingya shook hands with him and invited him to the lounge for tea.

  The lounge has a good view. Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have a panoramic view of the art gallery garden.

  Xu Chunliang said: "It's a little presumptuous to visit today, and I hope Miss Ye is happy."

  Ye Qingya said: "You didn't come after me."

  Xu Chunliang smiled and said: "To be honest, I want to ask you about some things."

  Ye Qingya said: "What about Xiaoxue?"

  Xu Chunliang nodded.

  Ye Qingya said: "It's not that you don't have her contact information, why don't you go to her directly?"

  Xu Chunliang told the truth, he called and sent messages to Mei Ruxue, but she didn't reply, and he was a little worried that she was in trouble.

  Ye Qingya said: "Xiaoxue naturally has her reasons for not answering your calls. It is inconvenient for me to interfere in the affairs between you. One thing I can tell you is that she is fine and has no problems."

  Xu Chunliang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, at least he knew that Mei Ruxue was safe and well, so it was not in vain, he said sincerely: "Miss Ye, can you tell me how I can contact her?"

Ye Qingya shook her head and said: "No, I think you have found the wrong person. Regarding this meeting between you and me, I will strictly keep it a secret. I advise you not to think of other ways to find Xiaoxue. If she If I want to see you, I will definitely take the initiative to contact you.”

  Xu Chunliang realized that it was difficult to make progress from Ye Qingya, and he was not a stalker, so he smiled and said, "Excuse me." He stood up and left.

  Ye Qingya got up and walked to the door.

  When Xu Chunliang turned to leave, he heard Ye Qingya say: "There are some established rules, so don't try to break them. Why bother each other?"

  Xu Chunliang paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward.

  When Xu Chunliang walked out of the art gallery, he passed a man in a black coat. The man was tall and imposing. They both glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes, but neither of them spoke. The man went straight to the lounge and saw Ye Qingya packing the tea set, he guessed with a glance that she had just received a guest.

  Ye Qingya saw him and said with a smile: "Rulong, it's rare for you to come and join us." He is Ye Qingya's husband, Qiao Rulong.

  Qiao Rulong smiled lightly: "You are saying that my husband is too incompetent." He came to Ye Qingya, put his hands on her shoulders and said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, you are beautiful again."

  Ye Qingya sighed and said, "Don't force yourself to say these things against your will, sit down, what tea do you want?"

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